"In the end, it really doesn't matter, because in the long run we are all dead."
Suddenly, the clouds parted, the skies split up, and there appeared the face of God.
"That is true," said He, and smote the man with a twitch of the little finger.
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The Original Rules
Each entry is an entirely new story.
Each story is exactly three sentences long.
Each story must begin with the sentence on which the previous one ended.
Both writers must take turns alternately.
All rules must be followed.
Except under exceptional circumstances.
Which do arise.
Very often.
Oh what the heck, never mind the rules.
Have a good time.
Each story is exactly three sentences long.
Each story must begin with the sentence on which the previous one ended.
Both writers must take turns alternately.
All rules must be followed.
Except under exceptional circumstances.
Which do arise.
Very often.
Oh what the heck, never mind the rules.
Have a good time.
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2008
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November
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- Up, Up and Away
- Bombay
- Two functions walked into the bar...
- Degrees of Madness
- Euphemism
- Look who's talking
- Post Mortem
- Die Furher Die
- The End is Nigh
- The Long Run
- Shaken, not stirred
- Victoria's Secret
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Really?
- Why so serious?
- Chaos
- A Man of Figures
- Beware of Blog
- A puff of smoke
- Poof
- Black and White and Bled all over
- My Fair Lady
- Bah!
- Do you wear Prada?
- For he's a jolly good fellow
- Nobody should've died
- All's end, is an end well end
- All's well that ends well?
- Apocalypse Now
- A Spin Off
- Prey for your Life
- Cleanliness is next to Godliness
- Hook, Line and Sink
- The Gods must be crazy
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